Wandering Winds

August 1, 2012
wandering winds,
whisper silent cries,
wailing the unheard truth,
hiding the unwanted lies,
as it blows to each leaf,
on every single tree,
it sings the untold harmony,
of the glistening eyes,
as it slowly reveals,
the dusty sighs,
removing the music,
losing the tune,
it shows its real self,
under the full moon,
but as night turns to day,
it will go back to its old ways,
slowly humming,
the rain of that night,
as it reaches further and further,
into the sunlight.

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